After trying to get closer to the people in power in this land, I felt something sharp on my side and one of those guards must’ve been tailing me ever since I left the arena. Now I’m injured and someone out there clearly wants to capture me...
Sell your soul to your Goddess instead of the devil. You would have the honor of living as a footstool for life. You would have the opportunity to polish my soles daily. You would have the need to suck and clean each of my toes. Sign your contract, weak